Top 100 Stars Poetry Quotes
#1. How Heavy the Days ...
How heavy the days are.
There's not a fire that can warm me,
Not a sun to laugh with me,
Everything bare,
Everything cold and merciless,
And even the beloved, clear
Stars look desolately down,
Since I learned in my heart that
Love can die.
Hermann Hesse
#3. Give me the scorn of the stars and a peak defiant;
Wail of the pines and a wind with the shout of a giant;
Night and a trail unknown and a heart reliant.
Robert W. Service
#4. THE PRESOCRATIC PROBLEM
[all snap flags]
Parmenides named his gun The Hot Power of the Stars. His gun was one, uncreated, imperishable, timeless, changeless, perfect, spherical. Spherical was the problem.
Anne Carson
#5. I have loved the stars too fondly to be fearful of the night.
Sarah Williams
#6. This is thy hour O Soul, thy free flight into the wordless,
Away from books, away from art, the day erased, the lesson done,
Thee fully forth emerging, silent, gazing, pondering the themes thou lovest best.
Night, sleep, and the stars.
Walt Whitman
#7. concept: we swim amongst the stars. their iridescent light fills me with a sense of peace i didn't know i was capable of. my fingers are covered in starlight
L.J. Buchanan
#8. We have calcium in our bones, iron in our veins, carbon in our souls, and nitrogen in our brains. 93 percent stardust, with souls made of flames, we are all just stars that have people names.
Nikita Gill
#9. The stars, like the hollow eyes of a god forgotten, marry the sadness of the exhausted hour and inspire a little chaos, a little gentleness, to those below.
I look up at the sky and see everything I've ever lost,
waiting for me.
Marlen Komar
#10. Life is what we are alive to. It is not length, but breadth. To be alive only to appetite, pleasure, pride, money-making, and not to goodness and kindness, purity and love, history, poetry, music, flowers, stars, God and eternal hopes, it is to be all but dead.
Maltbie Davenport Babcock
#11. I was born one thousand times and all the while it was you I met again to only meet again under the thousand stars that divide us and connect us.
Christina Strigas
#12. The night sky is only a sort of carbon paper,
Blueblack, with the much-poked periods of stars
Letting in the light, peephole after peephole
A bonewhite light, like death, behind all things.
Sylvia Plath
#13. Stars in the night,' he said. 'Something something something something, some delight
Philippa Gregory
#14. I should have told You
before talking in terms of Forever
that any given day wears me out and works me sour,
that there are nights when the sky is so clear
I stand obnoxious underneath it
begging for the stars to shoot at me
just so I can feel at Home.
Buddy Wakefield
#15. Night never needs a shade
but it requires to fade
into the grin of twinkling stars
where light is just a glint of scars
Munia Khan
#16. All these thoughts of love and strife
Glimmered through his lurid life,
As the stars' intenser light
Through the red flames o'er him trailing,
As his ships went sailing, sailing,
Northward in the summer night.
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
#17. She walked among the stars,
The princess of the heavens,
Looking for the one who caught her crystal tears
That spilled out from liquid ice blue eyes-
Rolling down pale cheeks-
Then sealed up tenderly ...
In pearl alabaster jars ...
Kallista Pendragon
#18. My sacred landscape is the foothills of the stars - I go there often to sleep ...
John Geddes
#20. Zoe let the poetry flow over her, like shadows on water, sunlight against stone: timeworn words shaped like stars, like shells, like the ruins of lost temples, soft as the breaths of mystics.
Christine Brodien-Jones
#21. Poetry is a way for me to explore a tingly feeling, to let it play itself out, and also to map it. I feel like I'm making little star maps when I write poems.
Aaron Belz
#22. We must unlearn the constellations to see the stars.
Jack Gilbert
#23. and stars sang like crickets in the dropping dusk and were.
Agnes McDonald
#24. The stars had only one task: they taught me how to read.
They taught me I had a language in heaven
and another language on earth.
Mahmoud Darwish
#26. A chord that becomes a melodious delusion,
In polar discrepancy from blue to yellow painted,
In yellow I existed, with digoxin's deadly illusion,
Like Van Gogh's stars in a bright night untainted.
Selina A. Mahmood
#27. Starlight beats when heart twinkles
Youthful sky beyond cloudy wrinkles
Muse of glory to flame the night
Verse inscribed as written light
Munia Khan
#28. Poetry is the arithmetic of the easiest way and the primrose path, matched up with foam-flanked horses, bloody knuckles, and bones, on the hard ways to the stars.
Carl Sandburg
#29. I try to think of metaphors that suit him best, but he was made of the sea and the stars and the sun, and one wouldn't do him justice.
Zorgie Adriana Sanchez
#30. I loved a woman whose beauty Like the moon moved all the humming heavens to music till the stars with their tiny teeth burst into song and I fell on the ground before her while the sky hardened and she laughed and turned me down softly, I was so young.
Peter Meinke
#31. Snub end of a dismal year,
deep in the dwarf orchard,
The sky with its undercoat of blackwash and point stars,
I stand in the dark and answer to
My life, this shirt I want to take off,
which is on fire ...
Charles Wright
#32. Every poem is a coat of arms. It must be deciphered. How much blood, how many tears in exchange for these axes, these muzzles, these unicorns, these torches, these towers, these martlets, these seedlings of stars and these fields of blue!
Jean Cocteau
#33. let me die
from having being drunk on
indigo skies, my liver...
overflowing with stars.
Sanober Khan
#34. I am coming
for all the monsters that ever touched him,
I am coming
for all the ones who twisted his stars into shadows,
They turned him into a nightmare,
so I'm going to be theirs...
and they'll never wake up
Anonymous
#35. Each star is a mirror reflecting the truth inside you.
Aberjhani
#36. And the stars blinked
as they watched her carefully
jealous of the way she shone.
Atticus Poetry
#37. I watched the spinning stars, grateful, sad and proud, as only a man who has outlived his destiny and realizes he might yet forge himself another, can be.
Roger Zelazny
#38. Pain
Waves are the sea's white daughters,
And raindrops the children of rain,
But why for my shimmering body
Have I a mother like Pain?
Night is the mother of stars,
And wind the mother of foam
The world is brimming with beauty,
But I must stay at home.
Sara Teasdale
#39. Every star was once darker than the night, before it awoke.
Dejan Stojanovic
#40. ...
You are here again,
so realistic,
just, the golden dawn
takes you away
in the morning...
Be here now,
not there,
where there is nothing
but stars
and emptiness...
...
Zorica Savron
#41. For you, my love, I would endeavor to pluck the stars from the sky, only to shower them at your feet."
"How do you do that?'
"Do what?"
"Say things like that. That's beautiful."
"I've spent years studying poetry, Mrs. Emerson. It's in my DNA.
Sylvain Reynard
#42. I paint the darkness and the silence,
You see them as stars and poetry.
Jenim Dibie
#43. when I finally begin to drift
into sleep
your memory is the...first
and the moonlight
the last, to kiss my face.
Sanober Khan
#44. Tis the witching hour of night,
Orbed is the moon and bright,
And the stars they glisten, glisten,
Seeming with bright eyes to listen
For what they listen?
John Keats
#45. The stars are but tears
shed by a miriad
of unrequited dreams;
each sparks with fire
and guides its light homeward
when a dream is revealed
Basith
#46. So I perversely circle the late stars, drowsier and drowsier, sleepily longing for something.
Sylvia Plath
#47. I am the eye that beholds ... And I am the dreamer that paints the stars in the night sky ... For I am the one they call artist, and you call Love.
Solange Nicole
#48. The stars are forth, the moon above the tops
Of the snow-shining mountains. - Beautiful!
I linger yet with Nature, for the night
Hath been to me a more familiar face
Than that of man; and in her starry shade
Of dim and solitary loveliness,
I learn'd the language of another world.
George Gordon Byron
#49. But he knew she was a star, and he, only human. He was never meant to reach the stars - he could only admire them from afar.
Timothy Joshua
#50. The tides are in our veins, we still mirror the stars, life is your child, but there is in me
Older and harder than life and more impartial, the eye that watched before there was an ocean.
Robinson Jeffers
#51. That night, stargazing on the deck with Dad, eyes on the sky, he pointed out Orion, Betelgeuse. "It's an art to read the stars, baby."
I never wanted to leave his side-my sure song for so long. Now? His eyes are stone changed. Just looking at them hurts my heart.
Norma Fox Mazer
#52. Everything that is dead quivers. Not only the things of poetry, stars, moon, wood, flowers, but even a white trouser button glittering out of a puddle in the street ... Everything has a secret soul, which is silent more often than it speaks.
Wassily Kandinsky
#53. I believe the night I've never met
hides one elusive star I need
to divide me between darkness and light
Munia Khan
#54. Love Was
Love Will Be
But Most of All,
Love is.
Life Cannot Be Without It
It is found in the Womb
In The Woods
In The Stars.
To Be or Not to Be
To Love, or not to Love
They Are Equal.
My Soul Whispers Into the Spaces.
Yes.
Cindy Martinusen Coloma
#56. Stars open among the lilies.
Are you not blinded by such expressionless sirens?
This is the silence of astounded souls.
Sylvia Plath
#57. I give this book 5 Stars and highly recommend it to all fiction, nonfiction, and poetry writers, aspiring writers, bloggers or journalists.
Sunny
#58. Science boasts of the distance of its stars; of the terrific remoteness of the things of which it has to speak. But poetry and religion always insist upon the proximity, the almost menacing closeness of the things with which they are concerned. Always the Kingdom of Heaven is "At Hand."
Gilbert K. Chesterton
#60. Let only the young come,
Says the sea.
Let them kiss my face
And hear me.
I am the last word
And I tell
Where storms and stars come from.
Carl Sandburg
#61. While we were counting stars, / The stars were counting us.
Jane Merchant
#62. And all the hurts and scars / Of everyday were healed, and I would sleep / Safe with the good-night memory of stars.
Jane Merchant
#63. Naked you are blue like the night in Cuba,
you have vines and stars in your hair,
Pablo Neruda
#65. i can't always tell
what's better
long drives
in the star-spangled deserts
or long walks
along winding tea gardens.
Sanober Khan
#66. She was too busy wishing
on shooting stars
to see the dreams
come true around her.
Atticus Poetry
#67. The stars are putting on their glittering belts,
They throw around their shoulders cloaks that flash
Like a great shadow's last embellishment
Wallace Stevens
#68. I've never seen beauty
so devastating
as in the lines
that trace our hope
and fall from the stars.
Jessica Kristie
#69. I think of New York City lost in stars
forgotten as a blue haired pet of childhood love
Tonight the night is full;
Gregory Corso
#70. My dreams are tangled in images of stars and clouds and firelight - we go camping at night - it's my lucid dream of being with you ...
John Geddes
#71. A sky
full
of stars
and he
was staring
at her.
- ATTICUS
Atticus Poetry
#72. Summer night
even the stars
are whispering to each other.
Kobayashi Issa
#73. Sometimes you know that you are destined to die, but somehow you are given a parenthesis after the punctuation mark: more years, more time that wasn't meant for you but still was meant for you, a bridge stretching out into the stars, a confidence built of invisible threads, a miracle.
Lene Fogelberg
#74. Sometimes I sit alone under the stars and think of the galaxies inside my heart and truly wonder if anyone will ever want to make sense of all that I am
Christopher Poindexter
#75. And the bush hath friends to meet him, and their kindly voices greet him
In the murmur of the breezes and the river on its bars,
And he sees the vision splendid of the sunlit plains extended,
And at night the wond'rous glory of the everlasting stars.
A.B. Paterson
#76. I will turn human anatomy into roses and stars and sea. I will dissect the beloveds body in metaphor.
Siri Hustvedt
#77. As the sky prepares to settle its tired, aching feet
into the night's velvet slippers
I settle, into my armchair, soaking the teabag,
of my thoughts, into warm liquidy stars.
Sanober Khan
#78. Bad poetry is almost always bad because it attempts to claim for itself the real power of whatever it describes in ten lines: a sky full of stars, first love, or Niagara Falls.
Annie Dillard
#80. Humanity and life are reflected in the stars, and the Universe itself is poetry.
Phil Plait
#81. I wonder at the starry pattern in the sky
Are they little pieces of moon which want to fly..?
Munia Khan
#82. Look for me
in sleepless nights,
among the stars,
I'll be your guiding star...
Look for me
in the moments of happiness,
on a green field,
I'll be your joy.
...
Zorica Savron
#83. Loving a fairy lady with a magic song will leave you desolate on a cold hillside ... but from there you can see the stars ...
John Geddes
#84. I see specks
of the Universe in your eyes.
A body of stardust
that gives me a high.
And when we make love
the stars shine brighter than usual.
When we lie there
holding each other,
I see love making us.
Saiber
#85. When Darkness surrounds you, look for the stars. When Jealousy whispers, kill it with laughter. When Hate hurts you, love with all your strength.
M.J. Abraham
#86. Hay una estrella mas abierta
que la palabra 'amapola'?
Is there a star more wide open
than the word 'poppy?
Pablo Neruda
#87. As she laughed I was aware of becoming involved in her laughter and being part of it, until her teeth were only accidental stars with a talent for squad-drill.
T. S. Eliot
#88. Freshly cut Christmas trees smelling of stars and snow and pine resin - inhale deeply and fill your soul with wintry night ...
John Geddes
#89. If the poetry world celebrate its female stars at the true level of their productivity and influence, poetry would wind up being a largely female world, and the men would leave.
Eileen Myles
#90. No radiant pearl, which crested Fortune wears, No gem that twinkling hangs from Beauty's wars. Not the bright stars which Night's blue arch adorn, Nor rising suns that gild the vernal morn, Shine with such lustre as the tear that flows Down Virtue's manly cheek for others' woes.
Erasmus Darwin
#91. She was born of space.
And starlight.
But she bled wrath.
And vengeance.."
[From Current Work In Progress]
Jenna Streety
#92. A poet, any real poet, is simply an alchemist who transmutes his cynicism regarding human beings into an optimism regarding the moon, the stars, the heavens, and the flowers, to say nothing of the spring, love, and dogs.
George Jean Nathan
#93. Once taken by her, you glowed
And you drank her poisons, content.
Because all the stars seemed to grow,
And fields had a different scent,
Autumn fields.
Anna Akhmatova
#95. A billion stars go spinning through the night, / glittering above your head, / But in you is the presence that will be / when all the stars are dead.
Rainer Maria Rilke
#97. For the moon never beams without bringing me dreams
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;
And the stars never rise but i feel the bright eyes
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee.
Edgar Allan Poe
#98. Some stars are large, and some are small,
And some are quite invisiball!
Walter R. Brooks
#99. We are the reflections for the stars to gaze upon, upon a sea of glass.
Tom Althouse
